"Click... clack."
A gun barrel was pointed at Ming'an.
A white-haired, blue-eyed youth with handsome features emerged from the thick vines. It appeared that he was the owner of this valley.
The young man seemed underage, his eyes as clear as morning dew, evoking the image of a stream shimmering in the forest under the setting sun. He was dressed in a simple white robe, untouched by any color or adornment.
"Intruder," the youth raised the gun, "leave this place."
Seeing this, the corners of Ming'an's mouth twitched into an extremely affable smile.
"Are you the owner here? The outside is swarming with the Mechanical Legion, and we have nowhere to go," Ming'an said, his tone somewhat aggrieved. "Please, take us in. If you drive us out, we will die."
Perhaps Ming'an's charm value had an effect, or maybe the youth was just inherently kind-hearted. After a moment's compassion, he chose to let them in.
